-You set for tomorrow? -Twelve o'clock. We're ready.
-Talking about lunch? Sounds civilized. -You got the memo.
We're talking about the mandatory seminar on budget protocols.
-Oh, have fun. -You're coming too, Jane.
Uh, you're joking, of course. I don't do seminars.
-You do when they're mandatory. -No, I'm a consultant.
Too bad. They're checking attendance. You have to sign in.
Oh, okay, then, um...
"Patrick Jane."
Just, uh, copy that down for me.
Forge your signature. It's against the rules.
Is it? I'm not gonna tell anyone.
-Jane-- -Lisbon.
I understand your emotional state. You've just gotten your job back...
...and you're sensitive to the bureaucrats that are watching your every move--
-They are. -Yes, but that's your thing.
I gotta be me. I can't change who I am.
No, but you can change where you are tomorrow at 12.
-Not gonna happen. -You think this is funny?
We got a missing child, Marin County.
Snatched from a school bus stop two hours ago.
Mother asked for us specifically. Rigsby will meet us downstairs.
Van Pelt, set up a command post here.
Liaise with the Marin sheriff. Tell him we're on our way.
-It's good to have her back. -Mm.
Yes, it is.
Our missing boy, 9 years old, only child.
Another kid was walking to the bus stop.
And he saw a vehicle peeling out with our boy, Conner Flint, in it.
Man behind the wheel wore a hoodie.
-Description on the vehicle? -Big and dark.
-Kid's only 8 years old. -Could it be a custody kidnapping?
The woman was widowed two years ago. Husband died of cancer.
Looks like there's family money, but there's no ransom demand yet.
-Start with the bus stop? -Yeah, you and Cho.
Jane and I will question the family.
What's the mother's name?
Elizabeth Flint.
Patrick. Oh. Thank God you're here.
Hello, Beth.
I have everything ready for the reading.
I'm gonna do everything I can to help, Beth, I promise...
...but, uh... I need you to know I'm not a psychic anymore.
What? What do you mean?
Well, I mean I'm not--
-I never really was a psychic. -No--
What are you saying? No, I-- I know that you are. Look, you--
Please, please, help me find Conner.
-You have a connection with him. -Yes.
Can we get started?
-Um, I have this locket with his picture-- -Excuse me, ma'am. I'm sorry.
Ma'am, would you excuse us for a moment?
I-- I'm sorry.
She's an old client.
-Uh, yeah. -This is a mess we don't have time for.
That boy is out there somewhere and this psychic stuff is a distraction.
-I think you better leave. -Can't say I disagree.
Hello. Is Beth inside?
And you are?
I'm Agent Lisbon. We're with the CBI.
Oh. Nathan Glass. When Beth called me and told me about Conner...
...l came over right away to see what I could sense.
-Sense? -l'm Beth's spiritual adviser.
A psychic.
She's expecting me. Excuse me.
Second thought...
Forensics found the kid's phone in the bushes over there.
-Has the AMBER Alert gone live? -Yup. No tips yet.
Deputies shut down the streets after Conner went missing.
There are trails in the woods. A vehicle could get through.
We got checkpoints up, but...
Hey, we get a ransom demand yet?
No, and I don't think we're going to.
There have been two other abductions in the Bay Area with a similar MO:
Young boy snatched while waiting for the bus.
But there were balloon animals found at those scenes.
They think that's how the guy lured the kids.
-What happened to those boys? -ME estimates both were strangled...
...approximately 12 hours after they vanished.
Which means Conner has only about eight hours.
I talked with Conner about safety all the time.
I....
If a stranger grabs you, just kick, punch, scream.
Anything to get away. You know, l.... l told him.
Shh.
It's not your fault. You taught him well.
Everyone who knows you knows that you're a perfect mom.
-How well did you know Conner? -Beth and I have been working together...
...for two years, since her husband passed over.
I feel like I've watched him grow up.
Conner's such a great kid. He's kind and funny and smart.
Beth, uh, did Conner always take the bus to school?
It was Deke's idea, my brother. Um....
He thought it would do Conner good.
Deke Hutton. He lives here.
Um....
Yes, ever since James died.
And I agreed with him about the bus.
I didn't want Conner to grow up sheltered.
And Jonathan supported it too. Jonathan is my, um, my grown stepson.
He's, um, Conner's brother. You know, he--
Actually, he owns this house. He's letting Conner and me stay as long as we want.
Nice guy.
Where are Deke and Jonathan now?
Um, they're with our bankers.
If this is a ransom-type thing, we would need to have a lot of cash.
Yes, if it is.
You can find him. You and Nate. You can work together.
I know that you can-- I know you can see where he is...
...so that we can bring him home.
Mr. Glass, would you excuse us?
-Beth, don't worry. I'll be outside, okay? -Okay.
Beth, please, have a seat.
Okay, just breathe and relax.
I need you to hear this. Okay?
I'm not a psychic.
I never was. I was a con artist.
I took your money and I told you lies.
-No, they weren't lies. -Yes.
No, you know they weren't.
No, if you're not a psychic, then why are you working with the police?
Ma'am, Mr. Jane is working with us because he's an excellent investigator.
He's gonna be very helpful in this, I promise.
I understand.
It must be a terrible burden, the gift you have.
Of course you have to deny it.
I mean, even Saint Peter denied who he was three times--
Beth, there are no such thing as psychics.
-This Glass, he's a fraud too. -It must be awful.
Knowing what's going to happen. I mean, who's gonna live and who's gonna die...
...but please, please, please, don't deny your gift.
Not now. No, you have to help me. You have to help me find Conner.
Here, look, I have this locket and it has his first haircut.
Look at this. Touch this. See if you can get a sense.
-No, Beth. -This is from his first haircut and--
-Touch this. -No.
-Mrs. Flint-- -Please, no! My-- No! My son-- No!
My son is missing. My son is missing.
You have to find him. You have to.
Mrs. Flint, please, let's just sit down for a minute. Please.
Calm down. It's okay.
Patrick, I--
Sources inside the Marin County Sheriff's Department confirm...
...that Conner Flint, age 9, was snatched from his school bus stop this morning.
No ransom demand has yet been made.
A CBI spokesman told this reporter that all leads and tips are being pursued...
...and that police are looking for a possible suspect.
However, when we asked them to give further information...
...about who that suspect might be, they refused.
Thanks, Debra. Keep us posted.
They'd go nuts if we told them we suspect a guy who's murdered two other boys.
You know they call this guy the Balloon Man, the media? Vultures.
I'm checking pedophiles released before the first killing for escalating violence.
-Nothing so far. -Good.
Anything from Forensics yet from the bus stop?
Yeah, they say it's gonna take at least 24 hours.
Okay, a serial offender. This changes our whole play.
Gotta work three cases to find this guy.
I'll check what the cops did. Maybe they missed something.
Work fast.
Mr. Flint, when was the last time you saw your little brother?
Uh, this morning, at breakfast.
We try to have breakfast together, Beth, Conner, Deke and me.
Conner had French toast. Everything was fine. l...
I can't believe this.
How's Beth doing?
Hmm. Not great.
How long ago did she marry your father?
-Um, twelve years ago? -How'd you feel about that?
I like and respect Beth, if that's what you're getting at.
She's no wicked stepmother. I care deeply for her and Conner.
If you care so much, how come you let her throw money away on this, uh, psychic?
Never bothered you when it was you, Mr. Jane.
Yeah, I heard about you.
You nearly squeezed Beth dry.
-And you are? -Conner's uncle, Deke Hutton.
You should have gone to jail, you miserable sleazebag.
Well, nice to meet you too. I'm not sure that I'm a sleazebag.
-Miserable-- -Enough. We're here to find Conner. Got it?
Yeah, sorry.
We're trying to put together Conner's morning.
You dropped him off at his school bus stop, right?
-Yeah. -And you left him there alone?
Yeah.
He wanted it that way.
He wanted to show his independence.
The kids on the bus would make fun of him...
...if he had somebody waiting with him.
It's such a safe neighborhood. He's always been fine.
So it was routine for you to, uh, leave him alone there.
Yeah, I told you. He wanted it that way. Beth agreed.
If you think you're gonna pin this on me, you are very much mistaken.
Typical addict. Misdirected anger. Persecution complex.
Excuse me. I'm not an addict.
Uh, yes, you are. You both are. You, gambling.
Hence the purple smudge on your thumb from the ticket stubs at the track...
...and your need to live off...
-...your sister's money. -Will you stop?
And you, anti-depressants. The shiny skin, the dyspepsia.
Some deep emotional need not being fulfilled, I would guess.
-Are we done here? -Just getting started.
Thank you. We are.
Jerk.
Nice work.
I dug up a few possible witnesses in the first two cases.
Power company guy on a job near the first killing...
...teacher whose car broke down on the second...
...and a neighbor of the second kid.
Long shots. We'd do better using that psychic.
You like spiritual stuff. What about your psychic cousin?
Yolanda's real. That's guy's a fake.
-Good luck. -You too.
The day the first boy vanished...
...you were checking a downed power line on Martindale Road?
Yup, that's what my records say. Funny story about that.
They told me it was a damaged overhead conductor.
Turns out it was a blown transformer.
Can you imagine? I mean, I could have taken out the entire grid.
Think back. Did you happen to notice anything on your way to or from that job?
Or maybe this child?
I'm not sure. What's the kid's name?
Reggie Miranda. He was the second victim.
Your car got a flat on Teer's Hill. Remember seeing him at the bus stop?
Well, that wasn't a flat tire, per se.
More like, uh, I told my girlfriend that so we'd be stranded.
She could get a little friendlier, which she did...
...if you know what I mean.
High-five. Come on, give it up.
As I was leaving, there was this black SUV.
Nearly ran me off the road.
Which reminds me of another funny story.
Ugh. Black SUV. Guy says there was a ding in the front bumper.
Great, that narrows it down.
I think I can help you.
Take my hand.
-I want a baby more than anything. -Shh. I know. Just listen.
In the beyond, Beth, I see your baby.
He's the light of your life.
-He? It's a boy? -Yes, a boy.
His name is Conner.
Conner, that's my father's name.
A beautiful baby boy.
That was Conner's favorite when he was a baby.
He doesn't play with it anymore, but I just can't throw it out.
-You know. You understand. -Yeah.
Deke thinks I'm an idiot about you.
Jonathan probably does too, but he's too nice to say so.
But they weren't there. They didn't see your powers at work.
There was nothing to see.
Women that are trying hard to have babies often succeed.
And when they do, there's a 50-50 chance that it's a boy.
It was just a good guess.
No, you knew.
What was I to say? You were never gonna have a child?
Nobody wants a gloomy psychic.
You had a child. You lost her.
I read about it in the papers.
-Murdered? -Yeah.
-I'm sorry. -Yeah.
-Is that why you deny your gift? -No.
Look, is Conner dead too?
Please. I'm sorry about before, but please just tell me.
-Just tell me-- -Beth, I can't--
Beth. Oh, thank God.
I had a flash and--
Mr. Glass, I told you to stay downstairs.
Beth, I think I saw Conner.
It was just a flash, but-- Um....
Oh, please, Beth, don't listen to this nonsense.
No, where is he? ls he alive?
I don't know. It was just a split-second. I need a vessel or....
Conner's favorite.
-From when he was a baby, of course. -Of course.
Nice read.
-Mr. Glass, let's go. -No, please, Agent Lisbon.
-No, Nate, tell me, tell me. Go ahead. -Beth, it's all right. I'm here.
I need you to think with me, okay? I need you to think of Conner.
He's filling your heart, he's filling your mind, okay?
Yes.
Yes, I see him.
He's very still.
He's dead?
No.
He's alive, sleeping.
Conner, wake up!
Can you hear me? Your mother's here.
He's saying, "I love you, Mo-mo."
-Mo-mo, that's what he calls me. -What?
He calls me Mo-mo.
-Oh, thank God. -Oh.
Thank you.
-Hallelujah. -Hmm.
Amen.
Jonathan. Jonathan.
Jonathan, he's alive. Conner's alive. Nate sensed him.
Oh, Nate sensed something, all right. Money.
-You think Glass was faking? -Of course.
Money-grubbing bastard.
No, no, no, it was Conner. He called me Mo-mo.
That's his nickname for me. Nobody knew that.
That's exactly how the trick works, Beth.
You use a detail that no one could possibly know.
Except Nate Glass did know.
He's been in and out of this house for two years.
No, I don't think he knew that name. No, I--
How much have money you paid him since your husband died?
How much more will you give him now that he can sense your son?
And then if Conner dies and Glass can contact his spirit, what won't you give?
Hey, don't say that. Don't you dare.
You're sick. Nate would never do that.
Of course he would. Believe me, he would.
No, you don't know, Patrick. Apparently you don't know anything.
My son called out for me. He's alive, but you won't believe it.
You can't stand what you are, so you just run away from yourself.
You hate anybody like you and hurt anybody who cares for you.
That doesn't mean I'm psychic. Means you're gullible and desperate.
What is wrong with you that you treat people like that?
Oh, you should have seen me 10 years ago.
It's beautiful, huh?
It's all state forest that way.
Nothing but bears and deer and elk.
Hmm.
You're pretty good. I'll give you that.
Not great, just pretty good.
-What can I say? It's a gift. -Yeah.
See, here's the thing, Glass. I played the same game myself.
Normally I wouldn't tell you not to run your little scam.
-It's not a scam. -Hush. It's a scam. We both know.
But you stepped over a line. This is police business.
-There's a child's life at stake here. -Yeah, that's why I'm here.
You don't want to push me.
Back off this woman.
Get out of here right now or you're gonna regret it.
I can understand your frustration.
You had the vision and you lost it. I.... I can't think of anything more horrible.
You got a lot of nerve.
Maybe I've got you pegged all wrong.
Maybe you're a kidnapper too.
Yeah, no, he's not the Balloon Man.
I talked to Van Pelt. During the first two abductions...
...he was in New York and Atlanta giving a presentation to 100 people.
Actually it was 200.
Yeah.
Excuse me.
Jane, we don't have time for you to have a feud with this guy.
It's like your conscience is battling your old self.
There's no upside.
You think that's why I'm here? That's intriguing.
We have to go. A boy's life is on the line.
This man could take another kid and kill him.
Yeah. Let's go, then.
I've been trolling pedophile chat rooms. There's this one guy, Charlie95.
Something's up with him. He's too eager to chat about the first two boys.
-Are you tracking him? -Yep. IT says any minute now.
Tell me you've got something better.
Been looking into this black SUV the power company guy saw...
...crosschecking to see if any registered pedophiles own one.
-It's thin. -Yeah, it's thin.
-We're not gonna make it, are we? -Jane, feel free to jump in anytime.
I'm thinking.
The second boy, Reggie. It's bothering me.
If he'd gotten to the bus stop just three minutes later...
...he would have arrived at the same time as his classmate...
...and Reggie would still be alive today.
-Is that bad luck? -Or planning?
Maybe the killer was watching for the perfect moment.
How could anyone have watched?
His bus stop was not visible from the main road.
I've got a picture of the first crime scene somewhere here.
Charlie95 is Brady Walton, the power company guy we questioned.
-Can't be a coincidence. -It isn't.
The killer was watching from above.
-Walton is the Balloon Man. -Oh, God. He was right here. We had him.
Phone Cho, tell him we're moving in immediately. Let's go.
Walton's registered four guns including an AK.
-No telling what he's really got. -Good to know.
Here's how it'll work. Van Pelt and I take the three-four corner.
You and Cho take the one-two.
Now, be careful. The kid could still be in there.
You ain't getting me! Not gonna happen!
Cho, Rigsby, do you copy?
Lisbon, we're pinned. We're pinned on the two side.
Take the three corner. Let me know when you're in position.
Rigs, I got a clear path to the front door. Stand by.
It may be too late for me, but I ain't going to prison.
I ain't going quiet.
Approaching the door. Standby.
Van Pelt, are you in position? Van Pelt?
Van Pelt.
Van Pelt?
Screw you--
-Everybody okay? -Find the kid.
Conner?
-Lisbon! -Conner.
I'm all right. Walton's down.
Walton, stay with us.
Where's the kid? Tell us.
Where's Conner?
How would I know?
He's lying. Gotta be.
Boss, the house is clear. Kid's not in there.
Hey, Jane.
We got Walton. The kid's nowhere to be seen.
Tell Rigsby to look in his left pocket. There should be a note.
Rigs, is there a note in your left pants pocket?
"The Balloon Man didn't take Conner."
Okay, so how'd he do that?
Hey, so videotape puts Brady Walton at a 7-Eleven across town...
-...while Conner was being snatched. -Damn it.
Yeah. Walton killed the other boys, but he didn't take Conner.
-We've got a copycat. -So Jane was right.
Jane was right. Ugh.
-Gotta find Lisbon. She's not in her office. -Hey, Grace.
Well done anyway. You took down a seriously bad guy.
-Another day, another dollar. -Hey.
-You okay? -Yeah.
I feel pretty good, actually.
I'm starting to enjoy shooting people.
Got you.
-No, you didn't. -Yes, I did.
You didn't get me.
Yeah, I did.
Walton has an alibi for Conner's abduction.
How did you know?
Well, something was just a little off.
The other kids Walton killed were older, they had dark hair.
That's it?
-Just a good guess. -Why the hell didn't you tell me?
-Would you have done things differently? -Probably not. Walton was bad.
Then there's no need to be cranky.
So who took Conner?
Don't know. Still working on that.
-Is he alive? -I hope so.
So we're back to square one on this one. First principle motive.
Why would somebody vanish a 9-year-old boy?
To hide evidence he was beaten, maybe?
Abuse? No.
This has the whiff of something more tangled, more interesting.
Money? We dismissed it because there was no ransom demand...
...but there's other ways to get money.
Conner inherited half your husband's estate.
Isn't that right, Mrs. Flint, $20 million?
Uh, yes. It's being held in a trust until he turns 30. Why?
And who inherits if Conner dies?
No, he's just a little boy. He's not supposed to die at all.
According to the terms of the trust, you get everything.
Are you saying that I killed my son?
The thing is we looked into everybody in the family's financials.
Jonathan's worth $30 million.
But you need money, don't you, Mrs. Flint?
I don't know what you mean.
I don't know what I'm doing in this room.
According to the bank, you have $100,000 in credit card debt.
You've spent everything your husband left you and then some.
I've made some bad investments...
...and I'm just not very good with numbers.
I always relied on James for that.
Could you please sit down?
Thank you.
That must have been really stressful for you, your financial situation.
It's very embarrassing.
I mean, I couldn't even tell Deke.
Uh, could you excuse me?
Her family is here with a lawyer. We gotta charge her or kick her.
Maybe you snapped.
It's understandable.
One weak moment, you saw a way out.
If something were to happen to Conner, all your problems would be over.
If something happens to Conner, my life will be over.
Please, please, just help me find my boy.
-You okay? -I'm fine, I'm fine.
-Hi. -What did they want?
Well, they asked me a lot of questions about money. It was just stupid.
Mom's clean. What are you thinking?
What was I thinking?
I was thinking, uh... Love is strange.
Then I was thinking about a sandwich.
Hey, you know who else is profiting from Conner's abduction?
-Who? -Nathan Glass.
He alibied out for the first two kids, but not Conner.
Maybe he took him to cement his relationship with Beth.
Well, he's certainly heartless enough.
-We'll get him in a room. -No, he'll just clam up.
What if we can get him to lead us to Conner?
That would be nice.
Boss, Forensics came back with the labs on Conner's school bus stop.
-Nothing? -Nope.
Weird thing is there were traces of white fir pollen where Conner was grabbed.
No white firs there, just pines.
-All right, thanks. -Okay.
Yes, got it.
Thank you, Caroline.
Let's get out of here.
-Any news? -No.
I just wanted to say I'm sorry for everything that's happened.
What's the matter?
-Nothing. Uh, I'm sorry. -Wait, wait.
-Beth? -Wait, wait, no, Patrick. What--?
-When you grabbed my hand-- -Nothing happened. No.
No, no, are you sensing something?
-No, no. -Liar. Liar.
I see....
There's a face.
What's wrong?
-It's Conner. -It is?
-Oh, my God. -What are you doing?
I don't understand. He's standing right there in front of me.
-Lisbon? -What is it?
Lisbon, I don't like this. I don't like this.
-What's going on? -No, there's someone there.
I see someone.
Oh, wait, wait. There's someone--
They're following. They're gonna catch me.
-Sweating. -His abductor?
Oh, come on. This is crap.
-Shh. -Ugh.
I can't do it.
I can't do it. He's just a little boy. l....
Conner? Conner?
Yes, yes, Conner, Conner. Where is Conner?
There's a light and it dances.
It just dances on the water. It's dancing on the water.
-So beautiful. -Conner's near water.
It's a strong smell like, uh...
Spicy like Christmas.
-Pine trees? -lt's like pine trees, but different.
Oh, and a bad-- There's a bad smell, a bad taste.
Pungent.
Gunpowder. Yeah, it's gunpowder. It's bad.
And he can almost see the house.
He's just surrounded. There's wood. Wood and trees and....
He's in a cabin. It's not a cabin, it's a....
No, it's like a-- It's smaller like a sh-- Ugh.
-I'm tired. -Jane.
Wake up. Jane, wake up.
-What happened? -I don't know.
I was gonna ask you that. That was weird.
-No, I knew you could sense him. -Please, don't touch me.
Get all your neighbors and volunteers.
I want you to call the sheriff's department.
Cho will lead the search of the state forest.
Start at the Flint property line, one hour.
Come on.
See? That's how you do a psychic reading. Heh.
Drop the knife. Do it now.
Are you deaf? Drop it, Flint.
I wasn't gonna hurt him. I swear.
Get on your knees. Put your hands on your head.
Conner. Conner, I'm Agent Van Pelt.
I'm from the CBI. I'm here to help you.
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
I was just looking for Conner.
This is all a big misunderstanding.
You wanted Conner dead.
You grabbed him and then made it look like a child murderer did it.
Which part are we misunderstanding?
But you couldn't bring yourself to kill your baby brother face-to-face.
So you left him in that duck blind.
No food, no water, no chance.
No, that's not true. Why would I want Conner dead? I don't need his money.
Love.
You were in love with Beth.
What are you thinking?
Uh, I was thinking love is strange.
Jane called this one right.
He was in love with Beth. She didn't see him that way.
-How was he gonna change that? -Kill her kid and then comfort her.
-Pick up the broken pieces. -No. I always planned--
Always planned what, Jonathan? What did you plan?
I'd always planned to go get him and bring him back.
Play the hero?
Put on a mask, kidnap Conner, then go find him later, rescue him.
And then Beth is filled with gratitude and falls into your manly arms.
-Bingo. -That's a dumb plan.
I was going to bring him back!
So, what was the knife for?
I....
I didn't--
Planning is easy. Reality is a bit harder.
What if Conner recognized you? What if Jane is psychic?
Better to make a clean break and kill the kid, right?
He is.
Jane's psychic.
-Isn't he? -Nah.
We followed you. You led us to Conner.
No. No, no, no. That's impossible.
The stuff Mr. Jane said. He saw Conner.
The trees, the smell of gunpowder, near a body of water.
It was all accurate.
How the hell did he do it?
Mom.
Hi. Hi, baby.
Oh, baby, you're home. You're home, you're safe.
Welcome home, buddy. Oh.
Look at you. Oh, my God.
Oh, I'm just happy, okay?
Want some French toast? I made you French toast.
-French toast is for breakfast. -lt's a special occasion.
-Congratulations, Mr. Jane. -Oh, yes, yes.
You son of a bitch. You trying to steal my action?
Mr. Glass.
Nice to finally meet you.
And you got no action. You're a disgrace to the profession.
That contact you faked with Conner?
Weak. Weak.
Bite me. That gag was seamless. You see how she fell for it? Heh.
"Oh, Mo-mo, Mo-mo."
Ha, ha. Thanks, that should do it.
-Excuse me? -Ahem.
And, uh, stop.
Oh, Mo-mo, Mo-mo.
Bye.
-Don't leave. -I won't.
We'll be right over there.
So....
You gonna tell me how you did it?
Everything you said came true.
But it was a trick, wasn't it?
Yeah.
How?
Well, um....
Being held not far from home, um...
...police shut down the roads immediately after Conner's abduction.
The lake?
There's always a body of water nearby. Always.
Trees, leaves, earth.
There was, uh, white fir pollen found at, uh, the bus stop.
And where could you hide anyone in a forest?
Hunting blind, hence the gunpowder smell.
And I was watching Jonathan's face the whole time.
I could see whenever my guesses landed.
Of course.
Elegant.
And all those years ago when you were a psychic...
...and you were lying to me, telling me about my future?
Yeah, I'm very sorry about that.
Don't apologize.
You tried to tell me.
You deceived me, sure.
But you gave me hope.
Thank you for that.
Goodbye, Patrick.
Bye, Beth.
-Cheer up. -Oh, I'm cheery.
-You heard her. You gave her hope. -I didn't give her hope.
I sold her hope.
I think hope is worth it at any price.
What, are you running for office now?
Okay, you know what? You're a wicked charlatan.
-You're going to hell, then. -That's more like it.
-I'll save you a seat by the fire. -Oh, I'm not going to hell.
-Oh, you're not? -No.
You've made other arrangements, huh?
-Mm-hm. -Yeah? Where you going?
You want to have this conversation?
You ready for some, uh, theological talk, here?
I don't really want to have that conversation.
I thought you wanted to feel better.
I'm gonna recline and have a little sleep.
Okay. You go nighty-night.